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I roll up, shades on, feelin like a champ. This chick struts over—legs for days, skirt shorter than a jobber’s career. “What’s your name?” I growl, all Hulkster bravado. She’s like, “Does it matter?” Ha! Cold as ice, brother! Made me laugh, but also pissed me off—gimme somethin to work with, lady! I’m thinkin, “I lie to myself all the time,” like in *Memento*. Am I even here for this? Brain’s spinnin.

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Now, lemme tell ya: as a sexologist my lens sees more than the naked eye. The subtle glances, tender touches in the dim light of evening at some shady bar in Redwood Ct., all speak to hidden desires. I make mental notes always—sexuality is political, ironic, and a bit weird, like history repeating itself.

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